The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Jim Carrey Did it

I dreamt I was a bee on a sweet Irish flower, but it turned its face from me in the sourest cower. "Why would you turn?" I asked, "why so dour?"

"You just want my body and for less than an hour," it said as it fixed me a chest rending glower.

"Not true," I cried out with conviction and power. "all I want is you - I would never devour the one that I love, but savour your flavour forever thereof!"

She looked back at me with a slight softening lour, she was nearly convinced I wanted more than to plough her. So I peeled back her petals and when I was done, I kicked her in the tits and buzzed off into the setting sun.